Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!
James Russell LowellAgainst the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.
James Russell LowellIt is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.
James Russell LowellOld gold has a civilizing virtue which new gold must grow old to be capable of secreting.
James Russell Lowell